What It Is

The drinking dens are spilling out

There's staggering in the square

There's lads and lasses falling about

And a crackling in the air

Down around the dungeon doors

The shelters and the queues

Everybody's looking for

Somebody's arms to fall into

It's what it is

It's what it is now

There's frost on the graves and the monuments

But the taverns are warm in town

People curse the government

And shovel hot food down

Lights are out in the city hall

The castle and the keep

The moon shines down upon it all

The legless and sleepless

Cold on the tollgate

With the wagons creeping through

Cold on the tollgate

God knows what I could do with you

It's what it is

It's what it is now

The garison sleeps in the citadel

With the ghost and the ancient stones

High on the parapet

A Scottish piper stands alone

High on the wind

The highland drums begin to roll

And something from the past

Just comes and stares into my soul

Cold on the tollgate

With a Caledonian Blues

Cold on the tollgate

God knows what I could do with you

It's what it is

It's what it is now

What it is

It's what it is now

There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick

There's a lantern in the tower

Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick

Still writing songs in the wee wee hours

On Charlotte street

I take a walking stick from my hotel

The ghost of Dirty Dick

Is still in search of little Nell

It's what it is

It's what it is now

It's what it is

What it is now, now, now